Sometimes I feel like there is no point to me blogging these days. The best blog posts to me are the ones that are open and honest like this one or many of this girl’s. Since so many of our readers are people that I know in real life it’s often easier just to gloss over the details that aren’t pretty or happy.

But you know what? I also love the blogs that just post pretty pictures of perfect lives because I like to believe that some people’s lives really are that way all the time. I mean it’s okay to be happy and to blog about that. But not when it’s just not how you feel. Even the most positive blogger, I like to think, reaches that point where they have to say, you know what? Sometimes life is HARD.

Sometimes life is hard.

I am an underemployed girl feeling like life is more stagnant that I want it to be.

I am a girl who knows I can get a lot more out of life than I am, right now. I am a girl who knows that I can put into life a lot more than I am right now.

I am a girl who feels my husband’s emotions, both the good ones and the bad ones, way too much and lets them affect me instead of just being me, which brings circles of positivity (which are wonderful) or negativity (not so wonderful.)

I am a girl who lets feelings of being unwanted by a friend ruin her day.

I am a girl who sometimes finds it hard to trust and sometimes finds it impossible.

I’m a girl who looks towards the future instead of living in the present, which really, is all I ever have.

I am a girl who wastes precious seconds of her life with these things that I know are not me, not really, or not the me I would prefer to be.

I’m aching to write about all of the good things so, I don’t know, so you won’t feel sorry for me? So I won’t feel sorry for myself? Because something in me says you shouldn’t end a blog sadly? Sometimes life is good and sometimes life is great but right now I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about how sometimes, life is HARD. You know?